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THE PERSONAL 

Path to Power 



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Poetic Expressions 



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THE PERSONAL 

Path to Power 

AND 

Poetic Expressions 



BY 

M. C HAUBOLD 






M. C. HAUBOLD 

p. O BOX 1080 
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA 



COPYRIGHTED, 192U^ .^\ 



BY 
M. C. HAUBOLD 



All rights reserved. 



AUTHOR'S PREFACE 

^T^HE Personal Path to Power outlines a 
"^ practical method of accumulating and 
stressing the power ivhich flows from the sub- 
conscious mind into conscious expression. 

''•. \ M. C H. 



Giles Publishing & Printing Co. 
125 So. Spring St. 



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THE PERSONAL PATH TO POWER 

Be still, — keep silent, — fly not here nor yonder but 
seek to know thy own true self . For within thyself 
dwells the "Thinker," who abides on the threshold 
between the seen and the unseen. 

Waste not thy vital power in discontent, in nervous 
waste, in restless running to and fro, in worrying, in 
gossiping, in fretting, or in excesses, these are but 
evidences of its dislike to be confined. Yet herein 
lies the path to true Mastery and to Power. As you 
prevent its expression in thoughtless ways of nervous 
and physical activity it will gather accumulated 
power, — ^yet still deny it utterance in word or deed, 
and still gathering power it will yet seek to be master 
instead of slave obedient to thy high command. In 
time when it learns it must be obedient to thy will 
then will it mount into that mysterious something 
called thy brain, and therein be expressed in creative 
inventry. Yet even now be still and listen, and 
amidst all the upheaval of thoughts and ideas there 
will come to thee in time the one idea, which ripened 
by thought and action into an actuality will lead thee 



out upon the ocean of life in thine own ship to the 
Arcady of thy dreams. 

But there is yet more to do, — ^you must yet learn to 
visualize, — to see thy Dream a Reality in all it would 
mean to thee. And holding fast to thy dream — 
tho it seems ever so distant — -there will come to thee, 
step by step, the ways and means for its ultimate re- 
alization. Tho it may take days, weeks, years, or 
perchance only tomorrow to be realized, keep thy 
Dream Ideal ever before thee, for as the "Thinker" 
thinks so it shall be, — the "Thinker" is the God in 
thee, the I AM and nothing is impossible to HIM. 

But you must have the courage and the faith to go 
where HE leads, be it even into the unknown and un- 
trod, for wherever thou goeth there will HE be also. 

If thou art faithful to the Law herein expressed, 
there will aw^aken within thy consciousness the illim- 
itable power of a creative mentality which will add 
interest and profit to thy earthly days. 




CALIFORNIA 

I love you California 
From Sierra to ocean blue, 
From Shasta to the valleys 
Of grape and orange bloom. 

I love your giant Sequoias, 
Conifers and redwoods too. 
I love your vales and meadows. 
Aflame with poppy bloom. 

I love your songs and legends 
Of days of auld lang syne, 
And your big-hearted welcome 
To this golden sunny clime. 



I AM 

I am the Sovereign Royal, 

Of a kingdom unknown and unseen ; 
Where the days run over with sunshine, 

And the hours seem but a dream. 
There the minutes are jeweled with happi- 
ness: 

For peace and contentment doth reign. 



LIFE'S VESTURES 

Toga, sackcloth, ermine — all are one! 
Proudly we clasp ourselves within the toga's 

folds, 
Astute, disdainful of all life. 
Save our and kindred own. 

Sackcloth and ashes, — lo, who will 
Wear them willingly thru earthly days 
Save when life compels with heavy blows, 
That beat down, destroying all we own. 

Ermine and purple, — symbols of regal roy- 
alty. 
How few of us it is given so to be? 
Were it not better — live life as it comes 
Than presume that which was not ours to be. 

Toga, sackcloth, ermine, — all are one ! 
Only to the soul of endless days, 
To whom life has opened all its store 
And naught remains — save adventures yet 
unknown. 



THE IDOLS OF PRETENSE 

Money — its lure and glamour — 
The essence of things that seem 

More worthy than Truth, or Honor, 
Is the golden aureole of Pretense. 

So ever where mankind labors — 
In the humblest shop or home. 

Or in marble mart, or palace; 
Pretense doth claim its own. 

Yet ever as mankind struggles; 

For the fleeting baubles of earth. 
The Soul, — now stifled, now broken — 

Seeks the Source of Truest Worth. 



LIFE 

"As Is" 

Awake, arise, — the time's to hand, 
When Ladies, and Lords, and common man. 
Betake themselves to the marts of trade. 
To rob each other of gold and bread. 

Oft-times at the point of a gun — 'tis true, 
And in devious ways and sinful too. 
From white man down to the hottentot 
They prey and kill for they know not what. 

Yea, so it goes till life is done ; 
And they call it quits, each, one by one. 
IF they go to that place where it doesn't snow, 
What's the use of it all — does anyone know ? 



WORMWOOD 

When stars grow dim and earth grows cold, 

And all of life from pole to pole 

Comes to its final reckoning, 

Then you'll remember— I AM GOD. 

When all thou hast is as but dust. 
And life itself seems nothing much 
But wrecked hopes and tangled ruins. 
Then you'll remember — I AM GOD. 

And in that day the hand of fate 
Will turn thy life back — page by page. 
Revealing all that thou hast writ ; 
Then you'll remember — I AM GOD. 



THE BELOVED INFIDEL 

There's many a one of My children, 
Cares naught for ME or MINE ; 

Nay — rather with curses embracing, 
All that is, or could be. Divine. 

I look with eyes of compassion, 
With mercy, forgiveness, and love. 

Knowing they are but as children 
In wisdom to those far above. 

Serene, — I wait for that moment 
Somewhere in the ocean of time. 

When Life's restless tides and surges 
Brings them to knowing ME and MINE. 



THE DREAM ETERNAL 

Ere the beginning of things create, 
There was but naught — seen or unseen, 
Save for that ONE — within whose thought 
With vision clear was formed a dream. 

Thruout His vast expanse of Self ; 
The Dream became more than a dream, 
For HE Himself was thought exprest ; 
Of all that was or ev'r could be. 

The Dream became the Infinite Thought; 
Unfolding all His mind had wrought. 
And at His regal Edict — ^Life began. 
With all its Marvels, Love, and Beauty. 



SHEKINAH 

Oh Spirit, that dwells in the Self of Man, 
And braves all the storms of life — 

That lives — endures thru the dying years, 
With its memories of joy and strife. 

Oh Spirit, that sings in the Soul of Man, 
And exults thru the darkest night ; — 

That inspires — guides thru the fleeting hours. 
To the dawn of the morrow's light. 

Oh Spirit, that speaks from the Heart of 
Man, 

And gives of its golden lore, — 
That bespeaks — reveals thru the veils of self. 

The Source of all Life and Love. 



WAITING 

How can I know the way to go 
To find my own — myself alone? 
Through trackless realms, above, below. 
With ne'er a guide or beacon's glow. 

I know my own will come to me. 
From o'er the land or o'er the sea. 
I wait serene — aye, joyfully, — 
Knowing whatever is best will be. 

For there's but One and only One 
Who knows all things ere time begun 
And lives within each soul and heart 
And brings to each its very own. 



MOTHERHOOD 

Dear mother-love, that sacred flame, 
That glows and burns within 
The heart and soul of womanhood ; 
Evermore — else life would end. 

Oh Spirit patient, tender, true. 
That bears beneath thy heart 
The agony and anguish born 
Of souls brought down to earth. 

Would we express the debt we owe ; 
For the gift of life so rare, 
There's naught of any earthly worth 
Could repay such love and care. 



SILENCE 

Silence is Wisdom — from long ages dim 
Gone are the footfalls of once mighty men. 
Silent the tomb is — no man can tell 
What is awaiting beyond Death's knell. 

Silence is Golden — long eons past 
The glory of life was as dawn of day. 
Swiftly the silence of ages enfolds, 
Naught left but memories of glories untold. 

Silence is Power — seek thou within, 
The Secret of ages is hidden therein. 
Seeking and finding — open thou its store 
Give of thyself to heartweary souls. 



THE LORDS OF LIFE 

L 

I AM the Lord of the North- 
Master of Wintry Blasts AM I ; 
I spread my silvery mantle o'er all, 
That they may in peaceful sleep abide. 

11. 

I AM the Lord of the East- 
Master of Mysteries AM I ; 
I shed my roseate aureole o'er all, 
And they that sleep awaken into Life. 

III. 

I AM the Lord of the South- 
Master of Subtle Witcheries AM I ; 
I wave my azure mantle o'er all. 
And yearnings awake that never die. 

IV. 

I AM the Lord of the West- 
Master of the Unknown AM I ; 
I beckon to one here — one there, 
Adventurers all — seeking Eternal Life. 



A SONG 

Our lives are but a vibrant note, 
In cadence sung, of joy — despair. 
A chord from out the Lyre of Life 
As touched by Fate's unseen hands. 

Live on thru life with trust and faith, 
With courage high unto the end, 
And at the last when trials are done. 
Then thine will be true Life indeed. 

If I should be of us the first 

To cross that unseen barrier o'er, 

I'll guide thee, comfort thee thru life 

And meet thee at the opened door. 



THE ANGELUS 

Lo, in the west the golden sun is dying, 

Even so as life when at its sunset hour. 

Lo, how its light, fast departing, sheds its 

glory 
Of peaceful benediction o'er the parting day. 

There is no death, no night, no sleep eternal, 

That sunset hour is but the dawning of a 
brighter day. 

Wherein no care, no burdens, no earthly sor- 
row, 

Can enter in, for lo! a heaven is there. 

Lift up thine eyes, gaze thru the sunset por- 
tals, — 

Glimpse thou the vision of the life beyond. 

Tremulous with wonder at its ever spreading 
glory, — 

At the clear crystal of its skies and seas. 

Thrilling to the balmy lovelit radiance, flood- 
ing 

Its lands and life with happiness divine, 

Those there are they, whose hearts forever 
are singing — 

In the glad consciousness of Freedom, Love 
and Power. 

The vision fades as the darkening twilight 
gathers. 

But thy faith wakens as the earthly shadows 
fall. 

For now to thee life has become an inspira- 
tion. 

Living to be worthy of that perfect endless 
day. 



A VISION 

I dreamt I passed beyond the barrier 
That divides Life from seeming death, 
Greeting again friends long departed; 
And dear ones clasped in love's embrace. 

I stood amazed — the joy, the gladness, 
And youthfulness of those I loved — 
Such happiness of life and living, 
Was never known on earth below. 

And as the golden radiance flooded 
My soul with joy, — peace divine. 
Life stood revealed, — deathless, eternal, 
Changeless thru eons past — to be. 



DAWN HOUR 

Dawn hour, the light is breaking 

On a new life and a new day. 
The night of sorrow and dark forebodings 

Is past and fading fast away. 

The spreading light is full of promise, 
For perfect happiness, joy, and peace. 

To fill our hearts to overflowing; — 
All else is naught but a memory. 

And all our hearts' deepest devotion 
Could ever know will be known here. 

Within thy soul abides Nivima, 

Where dreams come true to fade no more. 

Let us then go on, believing, becoming. 
The truth of all that we would be, — 

And as the day grows full in splendor, 
We, too, shall share its reality. 



FAITH 

However dark the clouds 
The sun is ever shining, — 
Bid thy faith see beyond 
The stormy, earthly shroud. 

For deep within thy heart 
Dwells thy heavenly Father, 
Whose radiant love forever 
Links thee with one, — with all. 

And when thy path below. 
Is beset with earthly sorrows, 
That pierce the beating heart, 
And sear and tear the soul. 

Seek thou within thyself 
That inner shrine, — the temple 
Of things unseen, where dwells 
Thy Selfless self — Eternal reality. 



DREAMS 

Oh, there's a land where dreams come true, 
Where plenty is and naught to do, 
But live ; and love ; and dream awhile 
And watch the world as it passes by. 

Oh the sun-kissed sands of this happy isle ; 
Where the winds blow soft o'er the surging 

tide. 
And the aeolian songs through the nights 

and days 
Bring joyous thoughts from far away. 

There the star-lit nights are a delight. 
So balmy, and full of sparkling lights 
From shining eyes and moon-kissed hair, 
And love-touched laughter everywhere. 

Oh the dream will ever be with me 
Of this Elysian kingdom by the sea. 
There would I live as the days go by, 
'Twere not for fate and the needs of life. 



OH WHY? 

Oh, why shouldn't the spirit of mortal be 

proud ? 
Is he not even more than the dust ? 

By the winds tossed at play 

As they roam thru the days 
To the odds and ends of the earth. 

Oh, why shouldn't the spirit of mortal be 

proud ? 
Is he not even more than the stars 

That by night deck the skies 

And thru days fade and die 
And become even "dust unto dust"? 

Oh, why shouldn't the spirit of mortal be 

proud ? 
Is he not of the Father's own — 

With a trust in his heart 

And a faith in his soul 
That by spirit the spirit is known? 



REVERIES 

Fm so lonely, 
lonely, 
lonely. 
For that understanding dear. 
That betokens friendship's meeting. 
Filling life with richness rare. 

I'm so lonely, 
lonely, 
lonely. 
For the whispered words of lore. 
That betokens true love's mating — 
'Tis the sweetest joy ev'r known. 

I'm so lonely, 
lonely, 
lonely. 
For the friends of long ago. 
And loved ones of dearest memory — 
In their hearts they loved me so. 



FATE 

The love of man and maiden fair 
Has been since time began, 

The sweetest story ever told 
With lips, or eyes, or hands. 

Yet true it is that often times 
When love doth seek its own, 

It faileth in the voyage fair 
And the heart becomes a tomb. 

Yet true again it is that those 
Who seek shall always find 

Their heart's desire of happiness- 
The goal of all mankind. 



"KISMET' 

One starry bright November night, 
In chambers high, the Lords of Life 
Were moving pawns from place to place, 
Upon the checker-board of Fate. 

And as they played — in silence grim — 
This game of chess since time began. 
Two pawns were face-to-face once more, 
As once they were in the long ago. 

And each remembered an old-time friend. 
Thru memories almost faded and dim — 
Checkmates they are for awhile at least. 
Till the Lords of Life give them release. 

As of old they live and love renew. 
Till the sands of Time flow to the end, 
And again they part to meet once more. 
In a fairer clime on a distant shore. 



I love thee, Dear Heart, 

Only thee, my own. 
I love thee beyond life 

And that fair Heaven home. 
I loved thee thru eons, 

Long forgotten and past, 
I'll follow thy love-light 

Thru eons to the last. 



MEMORIES 

Oh memories of love-lit days, 
When deep I gazed into her eyes 

And read therein awakening love, 
So pure, so full beyond desire. 

And as the days sped swiftly by, 

Her lovelight shone ; a hallowed flame, 

Refining every thought and deed. 
And life was nevermore the same. 

My heart is wrung with silent grief, 
My soul is dewed with countless tears; 

Her love has passed beyond my ken, — 
Alone I face the coming years. 



I stand without the door and knock 
Upon the portals of thy heart. 
Canst thou not hear the summons clear, 
In silvery tones, so full and rare ? 
Bid thou me enter and I v/ill come 
Into thy sacred love-lit home, 
Where heart to heart is ever known, 
And Love finds peace and happiness. 



"SOMEWHERE' 

Somewhere in the world a heart beats, 

For one and but only one; 
Somewhere two hands are waiting ; 

For that clasp till life is done. 

Somewhere two eyes are shining; 

Reflecting her love within, 
Somewhere two lips are waiting. 

For that promise from only him. 

Somewhere the golden sunlight 

Falls on her curly head, 
And ever the gentle breezes 

Caress her in his stead. 

Somewhere in the world she is waiting, 
Yearning and longing for me; 

Somewhere and sometime Til meet her. 
Then we'll so happy be. 



A PRAYER 

Life give me of Love, 
Revealing thy strength, 
Inspiring my trust. 
Unfolding thy Peace. 



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TO A DIAMOND 

The lights that sparkle in thy clear limpid 

depths, 
And gleams and glows with nature's mystic 

fires. 
Is but a token of the living light within 
My heart and soul that never, never dies. 



JUST A WORD 

There's never a man or woman 
In their journey thru earthly life, 

But hasn't met in their hour of need 
Some one with words of ice. 

With never a heed of disaster 

Or even a thought or care, 
Of bleeding hearts or empty hands 

They speak with indifferent air. 

Such words of grim refusal 
To a voice raised in despair — 

Oh! for kindly hearts and friendly hands 
That would minister and forbear. 

Words but bespeak the heart within. 

Be careful, heart o' mine, 
A word may wreck a life, — a home. 

Beyond God's repair or thine. 



Whatever we do, or think, or say, 
Is thought impressed on mortal clay; 
To live, — endure, — thru endless days. 
For Joy or Ruin of those to be. 



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Step softly among human hearts. 
No one can see or ever tell 
What sorrow, anguish, or despair. 
Has come to those we love so well. 



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Within thyself there dwells a Being, 

So full of wondrous, glorious power. 

Seek thou within thyself its presence; 
And live it forth thru every hour. 



"DO THYSELF NO HARM" 

Beware of the wiles of women, 

With painted lips and eyes that snare, 

Beware of the glass that sparkles 
With nepenthe to drown your cares. 

Beware of the greenclad table 

With cards and chips stacked high. 

You can't get something for nothing 
No matter how hard you try. 

Every end has its beginning ; 

Lost in the maze of things, 
Till time brings us to the reckoning. 

And the dregs of misspent gains. 

Remember to **do thyself no harm," 
No matter where thou mayst be. 

For body, mind, and soul belong 
To God and not to thee. 



Oh Hully Gee, 

When we were wee, 
How we did kick 

And shout with glee. 

Our hair was thin. 
But not from worry. 

We couldn't walk 
And didn't hurry. 

But goodness knows. 
What could we do? 

We had no teeth 
And couldn't chew. 



THE ROSARY 

Swiftly the Golden Moments speed 
Into the mists of memories. 
Each one a pearl of greatest price ; 
Strung on the Rosary of Life. 

Each pearl a glistening, sheeny sphere, 
Reflecting laughter, love and tears. 
Or heartaches, sorrow or despair. 
More than the heart was meant to bear. 

And as we count them, — one by one 
Unto the end till life is done. 
May we so live that every pearl 
Reflects its beauty to the world. 



The Greatest Miracle in the world is the 
power of Accomplishment that is born of and 
nurtured by Faith, — Faith in Self, in Hu- 
manity, and Faith in Faith. 

Thru it men have delved into the Unknown 
and Unseen and revealed wonders, and at- 
tained the seemingly impossible. 

It is the Keystone of every Achievement, 
every Success, every Triumph, of every bene- 
fit that has ever been conferred upon Human- 
ity, the Power behind every Vision and Ideal 
realized. 

With it everything is possible — without it 
you achieve NOTHING. 



I can be what I will to be, 

Have I not courage, God above ; 
With mind aflame and heart aglow: 

To brave the steeps of life and go 
Ev'r upwards on that narrow trail ; 

Whose end is hid by clouds, 
So dark and stormy with foreboding fears, 

That only faith and trust in Thee 
Can keep the inner vision clear 

Which sees the goal beyond, 
The heritage of years, the only visioned now ; 

Yet soon to be— FAIREST REALITY. 



The achievements of yesterday 
Are forgotten in the triumphs of today, 
And the dawning vision of tomorrow's possi- 
bilities 
Lifts us up out of the Valley of Human Lim- 
itations 
To the Heights of Divine Accomplishment. 



